The past was yours but the future is mine

Title: The past was yours but the future is mine
Author: Ginseng
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Burton/Midge
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories.

It was a grey and damp day in November when fog covered the harbour of Helsinki. It was a bit after eleven o'clock and Midge left his apartment to go to their rehearsal studio. The studio was semi dark, he switched on the lights and looked around for a bit. They were supposed to meet at one o'clock and Burton was going to rehearse with them, as a permanent member of the band, for the first time. They had recently recruited the keyboardist. He was tall with long, dark brown hair and very good looking. Even though Midge had a girlfriend he couldn't stop thinking of Burton and the way he had presented himself to the band. He was nice and it seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders. Midge knew he was a great musician. Midge had always liked people that were good at what they were doing. Competence was a total turn on. Midge walked around the studio where he turned on the amps and checked the equipment. He went into the small kitchen area, poured water into the coffeemaker, counted neatly each spoon of coffee, switched it on and went back into the studio. He tidied up a bit, threw away the empty beer cans and the pizza boxes they had left the other day. He picked up a broken e-string, curled it up into a loop and threw it in the thrash can. Midge sat down on the floor with his bass in his lap and tuned it. He stood up and put the strap over his shoulder then he plugged in to the amp and began to play. He liked being early so he could get ready in his own pace and play whatever came to his mind. Gas turned up around 12.30. The drummer knew that Midge would be in early and liked to join him. They jammed a bit. After a couple of minutes the music got heavier, Gas loved his double kick and speed up the beat. When the others turned up both of them were sweating and laughing.

Burton turned the corner and went down the street with a plastic bag in his right hand. He walked quickly towards the large building, punched the code and opened the heavy door. He felt a bit nervous but looked forward to seeing Midge again. Gas greeted him happily when he entered the kitchen area to grab a cup of coffee.

"Hey, we'll start with the new song today, the one with that great intro of yours." Gas told him.
"Okay, sounds good to me. Have you seen Midge?" Burton asked.
"Yeah, he's in there."
Burton put his bag down and went into the other room. Midge turned away from his amp and smiled at Burton.
"Hi there..." Burton returned the smile and walked closer to the bass player.
"What's up?" Midge asked.
"Not much..."

Midge disconnected the preamp but used to much force as he pulled the cable out and almost took the head with him. Burton leaped forward and caught the top part of the amp before it hit the floor. Midge reacted nearly as fast and turned around quickly. The two men stood close in a mess of cables, amps, sheet music and long, dark hair. A bit too close and a bit too quiet. Burton got nervous and had to concentrate on his breathing. Midge broke the long silence with a peculiar question:

"What brand of shampoo do you use?"
"K-Pak" Burton answered. "Just got it, my hairdresser swears by it."
"Smells nice..."

Burton went quiet again; he didn't know what to say. He blushed. Midge's compliment caught him off guard. He thought about it for a while but then he decided to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. But he couldn't ignore the fact that he found Midge attractive. That sturdy body, his unruly hair that were somewhere between long and just uncut. That caring smile of his wasn't half bad either. Burton was openly gay and had been for a couple of years but he found no reason to talk about it with his new band mates. He wanted the job badly, he loved playing and if it worked out he would be able to quit his day job. They began the rehearsal with the song that started with a nice keyboard intro. He played well and was satisfied with his performance. Burton relaxed after a while as he felt more comfortable and joined the others when they joked around. Burton's eyes looked over at Midge. He couldn't really tell why he had to look at Midge. But one thing was for sure, he wondered what hid behind that bass player's bass.
***
Playing with H.I.M was hard work, Ville had them in a tight grip and like most singers, he had a temper, almost as bad and big as his ego. Some days rehearsing were like walking down a mine infested field. But somehow Midge was always there, buffering, mediating. He made everyone feel like it was worth all the hassle. When Burton talked about H.I.M with his friends it was always on a positive note and most of the times he talked about Midge. His best friend teased him;

"Shit B, it sound like you have a crush on this guy already"
"Hey, don't get any ideas, he's got a girlfriend!"

Burton realised how stupid that sounded. Girlfriends never stopped guys from sleeping around. Most men cheated with women but Burton knew that some cheated with men.
***
They were at a photo session for a magazine and Burton was a bit tired. He hadn't slept well that night. Midge was already there, that guy was always early. When Burton opened the door to the dressing room the first thing he saw was Midge, wearing nothing but his boxers. Burton's eyes drifted downwards and the large hump made his imagination run away with him. They didn't talk much and Burton changed into a pair of brown, worn out leather pants and a red t-shirt. He felt Midge's eyes on his back. Maybe he was interested after all?

"By the way have you heard about the record company's Christmas party?" Midge faced him and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Yes, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to make it."
"Petty, it wouldn't be the same without you." Midge said and walked away.

Burton told Midge he wasn't going to the party just to see his reaction. He liked to know if Midge wanted him to come or if he didn't care. Now he knew. Burton looked forward to the event; he liked parties and Christmas. And Christmas presents. The picture of a naked Midge, with a red bow in his messy hair, popped into his head and made his pants feel a bit too tight. He had to learn how to control his vivid imagination. Otherwise the photo sessions could get really embarrassing.

Later that afternoon he told Midge that he would go to the party. Midge's face lit up and he smiled. Burton didn't know what to make of that beautiful smile. After the photo shoot he went downtown and had some coffee with a friend. He bought the papers and walked back home.

He climbed the stairs to his apartment with difficulties. The whole building spelled like pork chops and Burton couldn't stand the smell of fried pork. It made him nauseous. He lived in an old building, in the outskirts of downtown Helsinki. Lack of ventilation was the price he had to pay for the great location. Most of the people that lived in his building were old and their cooking consisted mostly of simple dished with fried meat. He hated the smell of pork combined with that stale smell from old people's apartments. He unlocked the door and picked up his mail. He undressed quickly and got into the shower. Burton enjoyed the warm water flowing down his body, his long hair cling to his back and his hand travelled down his stomach. It felt softer and bigger than he would have liked it to. When he held his breath it got into the shape it was supposed to be in; flatter. He took hold of his cock and lifted it up. He pulled back the skin to revile his pink head and moved up and down for a while. He washed his hair. He didn't like the way it felt with all the products the stylists used. The products made his hair look great in the pictures but in real life it looked and felt like crap. By then his cock was hard and pointed upwards. He took the soap and lathered his cock thoroughly. His hands massaged the foam up his length, to the very tip of his aching cock. His hand was slick from the soap and moved with ease over his hardness. Thoughts of Midge appeared in his head. Not only did he dream about the bass player but he had become Burton's favourite jerk off-object. Actually his only object. In fact he almost admitted to himself that his feelings for Midge were deeper than that. They weren't just of a sexual nature any longer. The Christmas party was coming up and Burton saw his chance to let Midge know about his feelings. Burton let the warm water wash away the soap and his hand moved faster and faster. He came with a small sigh with the image of Midge behind his closed eyes. He showered for a couple minutes more and then he put the towel around his waist, picked up the mail and read on the bed.
***
The night of the Christmas Party arrived. During the passed weeks Midge had insinuated that he knew about Burton being gay. Burton had a feeling that Midge had been asking around about him. He had also commented on Burton's looks and said stuff that made the longhair man pretty sure that Midge at least was slightly interested in him.

The Christmas party was at a club most of the company's bands had played at. Everybody felt at home and the musicians got as much food and drinks as they wanted. Burton enjoyed himself and it was fun partying with all the guys without having to work. He went to the bar and got a beer, Midge wasn't far behind, he had kept close all night. Burton decided to play a little game. He wanted to know what Midge's intentions were. He went over to the singer of a band that was doing almost as good as H.I.M. He stood close and placed his hand on the small of her back. He talked to her and congratulated them on their record sales as he flirted heavily. In the corner of his eye he saw Midge look over at them.

"I think Midge is checking you out." Burton whispered in her ear. His hand stoked her long, black hair. But she wasn't stupid and didn't accept being used as a decoy. She took Burton's hand and pulled it away.

"I'm not sure of what you're getting at. I thought you were gay and I never took you for a tease Burton" she looked him straight in the eyes. "He's looking at you and you know it, don't behave like a spoiled brat."

So she too saw Midge checking him out. That was all he needed. Burton went over to the corner of the bar where Midge just finished his beer. A pair of warm and kind eyes met his. The bass player decided that he needed more beer and waved at the girl behind the bar.

"You want one too?" Midge leaned in to make himself heard over the loud music. He placed his hand on Burton's hip and his lips almost touched his ear when he asked the question. This made Burton dizzy and all he could say was a faint: "Yes.."

Shit how did that happened? Burton thought he was in charge of this whole "hit on you band mate"-plan. But when Midge had leaned in close like that Burton had lost his stance. Who were actually doing the seducing? Midge seemed so confident ordering their beers and acting like he was on top of things.

Two large beers with lots of foam at the top were placed in front of them on the bar. Midge raised his glass to Burton and looked him deeply in the eyes. Burton's face wouldn't show a single sign of his feelings but he felt like he was on fire. He wanted to place the cool glass on his throbbing cock to get it to calm down. He liked being around Midge and they stood at the bar for the rest of the evening with lots of cold beers in front of them. Later on they realized that the rest of the guys from H.I.M had left and that the Christmas party were coming to its end. Not until then did Midge look at his watch and burst out a:
"Shit, twenty past three!"
Burton lifted an eyebrow like he didn't understand, but actually he did know exactly what was going on and wasn't a bit surprised when Midge told him:
"I've mist the last tram home."
Burton waited but when Midge didn't continue he said to the bass player:
"If you want to, you could stay at my place, if you don't mind an old IKEA sofa that is."

Midge nodded and they finished their beer. They got their jackets from a tired young man in the cloakroom. It had snowed and the white fluff muffled the city's sounds. It was late and not many people were awake. The air had gotten colder. The two men walked through the empty streets towards Burton's apartment. When they got inside everything was quiet. Midge looked around the flat while Burton went to the bathroom. He washed himself off, it was kind of the thing to do if you was expecting you friends lips around your dick. He didn't put his jeans back on and went back to Midge in just his underwear. He stood by the window and Burton sneaked up behind him. They stayed like that for a while, watched the snowy scenery then Burton said:
"So you're okay with the sofa or do you want to share my bed? There's room for us both if you don't mind?"

Midge looked at Burton a bit surprised but at the same time there was something in his eyes that exposed his excitement. Midge nodded. Burton turned off the lights and they went into the bedroom. Midge stood by the bed for what seemed a long time and watched Burton as he undressed. Slowly, Midge took off his t-shirt. Burton got into bed and pulled the covers over his half naked body. Burton saw Midges beautiful face in the light from the streetlamp and their eyes locked once again as Midge hesitated at the button of his jeans. He looked almost embarrassed. But then he moved and the sound of the zipper being pulled down was the only thing that interrupted the silence. Burton closed his eyes to make Midge more comfortable. He kind of missed the sound of a zipper. All his jeans had button-flies.

The next moment he felt a warm body sliding down beside him and Midge's breath on his cheek. Burton broke the silence and asked the bass player something about their music. He wanted to make him feel more at ease. They talked, laughed and sometimes their legs bumped into each other. The first time it happened Midge pulled away but later on he let his leg touch Burton's. Once again everything got calm and quiet so Burton took his chance. His lips brushed over Midge's in a chaste kiss. The kiss grew deeper and turned in to a hug. The embrace became a lot of touching with fingers exploring and skin against skin. Burton felt how Midge's heart beat fast when he pulled himself closer to the bass players warm chest. It reminded him of his first time with a man, a memory he'd never forget. Burton's strong fingers felt their way down Midge's back. His hands closed around his ass. He felt Midge's hairy legs almost covering his own under the duvet. A snowplough drove passed the bedroom window. It made a shrieking noise and the orange glow from it's warning lights spread across the wall. The Finnish winter was dark but the snowy night was turning into dawn.

Burton got more daring and his hands explored Midge's body. The investigation ended under the boxers where Midge's cock was waiting, ready and willing. Midge's hands had been inactive but when he eventually stroked Burton's back the motion was careful and measured. Burton decided that it was his job to get things going. He enveloped Midge's cock and he felt how it grew harder in his hand. He felt a large amount of hair unlike Burton who took great pride in his neatly shaved privates. Burton moved and found Midge's face up close. His warm breath smelled of beer and cigarettes underneath the minty scent of toothpaste. Midge's lips found his at the first attempt.

Burton placed his hand on Midge's neck and pulled him closer. Their kisses were intense. They sent shivers down his spine that echoed all the way to the tip of his cock. Their touching made the duvet slip down and eventually it went of the end of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. Burton eased Midge's boxers down his hips. The bass player followed his lead and did the same thing to him. Burton's naked body pressed against Midge's and a fumbling hand folded around his cock. The hand moved up and down a couple of times. Burton was the one to pull away. He couldn't restrain himself any longer, the anticipation almost killed him. He released Midge and pulled away his lips from the beautiful face. He went down. He got so close that he could smell him.

Burton placed his lips around the solid cock and he could hear Midge snort. He was afraid that he had moved too fast but then he realised that the sound was made out of pleasure not uncertainty. He kept on going and let the cock further down his throat. A good part of Midge's dick was still outside his mouth when he had to withdraw. He backed off and Midge's cock slid out again. Burton's tongue licked the plush head that tasted sweet and salty. The tip of his tongue found the rim of the head and licked over the path that connected the head with the shaft. Midge reached out and found Burton's hard on. He let it rest in his large paw. It took a while to get used to the feeling of someone else's sniff cock in your hand. Midge had crossed the line but was a bit worried about what Burton would think of his inexperienced ways of handling the situation.

His thoughts were interrupted when his cock entered Burton's warm mouth. He lay still and tried to comprehend the fact that someone other than his girlfriend sucked his cock. It was obvious that it wasn't his girlfriend; the lips around his cock did a better job by far. It would take a guy to give the greatest head ever. He watched his dick disappear between Burton's lovely lips. Then Burton got on his knees and turned towards Midge. He saw the other man's dick close and he realised that what was going to happen. He was going to take Burton into his mouth. Midge had dreamt about how I would be like to taste another man. It had been a secret dream since puberty and those first lonely masturbations at is parent's house. Even if he hadn't admitted it. He dreamt about a man with a big, luscious cock, who pulled up close to him and let him suck it. The moment had finally arrived. He placed his lips carefully around Burton's cock. Saltiness, with an undertone of musk hit his taste buds. It was a taste of pure sex that he would always remember. His cock twitched, the taste made him harder than ever before. He got so turned on by the feel of Burton's stiff cock in his mouth.

He hesitated but eventually he let the hardness slip between his lips. They placed themselves in the shape of the famous number. Burton took as much as he could of Midge and tasted the bitter pre-cum. Midge breathed hard and let go of Burton's cock. He laid back and just enjoyed the feeling of Burton's lips around him. His fingers searched for Burton's shaved opening, he teased the muscle and when it relaxed he pushed the tip of his finger in. Burton turned to face the bass player. He saw Midge wipe sweat of his forehead and said:
"Are you okay?"
"Mmm, wonderful..." Midge moaned, his hand on Burton's neck and pulled him up for a kiss. "Couldn't be better..."
"Feel like trying something else..?" Burton asked a bit uncertain.
"Well... like what?" The second after he'd asked the question Midge realised what Burton had meant. Midge blushed but it was to dark for Burton to notice.
"Want to fuck me?" Burton sounded more confident that he was.
Midge gave it some consideration and said thoughtfully:
"We might give it try but you know I've never done it with a man before."

Burton got out of bed and into the bathroom. When he returned he had a small tube in his hand. He smeared the lube over the tip of Midge's cock then down his whole length. He put the tube away and brought his sticky fingers to his entrance and got himself ready for Midge. He lay down beside Midge; who somewhat awkwardly got up on his knees. He placed himself between Burton's legs with his lubed-up cock throbbing. His hands stroked the inside of Burton's thighs. For the first time that evening Midge felt a bit uncertain, but his curiosity won over his doubts. He placed one hand on Burton's leg and with the other he pressed his hard on down towards the willing opening. Burton's hand got between them and he placed Midge at the right spot before said: "Go easy, you know you're really big, right?"


Midge smiled and moved his hips forward. Burton held his breath which made Midge a bit worried. He had only got the tip of his cock inside the keyboardist. A couple of seconds passed, they stayed still. Then Burton signed to Midge to go on. This time he slipped in with more ease and he could reach deeper. Burton's tight but diluted muscle contracted around Midge's shaft. Midge changed his position slightly and that enabled him to enter with his entire length. Burton bucked against his hips and Midge stopped his movements. Had he done something wrong? He waited a second or two before he continued. Burton didn't protest so Midge assumed he was doing okay. Midge looked down their bodies and watched himself pull out of Burton; who moaned loudly when Midge thrust forward again. Midge understood that Burton moaned with pleasure and kept on pushing. His cock moved in and out of his band mate in a hard and steady pace. He pulled out so far that only the tip stay inside and then he thrust forward. He filled Burton up completely. Midge got more confident as Burton sighed with pleasure so he grabbed Burton's cock and jerked him off. Burton hissed:
"I'm going to come..."

Midge let go of his inhibitions and increased the pace. The movements combined with their weight made the bed rock against the wall. None of the men cared about the noise that they made. Burton let out a long whimper and his seed spilled out on his stomach. Midge pulled out and stroked himself off in a perfect beat. Soon his seed mixed with Burton's. Midge collapsed besides him and panted hard. He tried to catch his breath and kissed Burton on the lips. Burton got cold after a while. They went into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. When they got back to bed, Burton curled up against Midge's warm body and felt his strong arm around his back. Burton let out a content sigh. He heard the newspaper hit the hallway floor with a thud. It was officially morning.

Midge's girlfriend had been at her mother's that weekend. As far as she knew Midge had taken the last tram home and slept in their bed, alone. But as Midge fell asleep next to Burton that morning he knew that he had to make a decision of some kind or the other. There was no doubt in his mind. He was attracted to men. Especially Burton.
***
A couple of days went by before he met Burton at their studio. It rained and all that beautiful snow melted. Midge walked quickly from the tram; since he didn't own an umbrella he got more wet by the minute. He went inside and passed the kitchen area where Burton was having coffee. He stopped at the door and Burton lifted his eyes from the cup. Midge stroked the wet strands of hair from his face and smiled. Burton smiled back at him. Nothing was said but Midge knew that Burton wouldn't push him. He needed time to think and he would get it. There was no hurry.
***
It was a cold morning and Midge tried to stay warm as he stood at the tram stop. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and his hands were shoved deep down his pockets. It was about ten minutes until the tram would come and he waited impatiently. His feelings had run amok with him since that night about a moth earlier. He thought about Burton and the ten minutes passed quickly. The tram arrived and he placed his backpack on the seat beside him. He looked out the window as they got closer to downtown Helsinki. His thoughts were somewhere else.

Midge punched the code and entered the studio a bit out of breath. He threw the bag on a chair in the kitchen and went into the studio. The first thing that caught his eyes was Burton's ass, covered with tight denim. He couldn't take his eyes off him.
"What's up?" he patted Burton on the back.
"Not much, I just whished the landlord would fix the heating..."
"Well, it's gonna get hot in here anyways..."
Burton giggled, the others were in the kitchen so he continued the flirting.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Always..." Midge smiled.
Burton blushed slightly. He wanted to ask Midge if he wanted to come over to his place later.
"Let's get started... and by the way" Burton started the sentence but was interrupted.
"Want to get together later?"
"Yeah, sure if you want to..." Burton pulled his hair back in a low ponytail and got ready to rehearse.
"My girlfriend is out of town..."
"Oh... that sounds...great." Burton got behind his keyboards.
"So, you want me to come over then?"
"Yes... come over, later..." Burton nodded and looked Midge deep in his eyes. The moment was lost as the others entered the room, talking loudly about whether Gas was going to use the double kick or not.

A minute later, they played and time rushed by. Three hours later they called it a day. Midge caught Burton when they had a minute alone in the kitchen.
"So I'll see you around eight, then?" Midge asked quietly.
"Sure, see you later."

When Midge got back to his apartment he found a note from his girlfriend; "Sweetie, hope you have a nice weekend, I'll be back on Sunday. Love you." He opened the fridge and took out the milk. He hated doing the dishes so he drank it straight from the carton. He turned on the tv and changed the channels for a bit but decided to put a cd on instead. He cranked up the volume. He was impatient and a bit nervous which made him pace the flat aimlessly. He walked into the bedroom where he watched their unmade bed. He pictured Burton laying there naked. Across the street, the old lady stood by her window. She checked her thermometer. She looked right at him as he pulled off his sweater. His jeans came off and his white boxers looked like they were glowing in the semi darkness of the apartment. He took them off and grabbed a bottle of Koskenkorva from the bookcase. He went into the kitchen and took out a large glass. He took a big gulp from the bottle before he poured some into the glass and mixed it with coke. The old lady from across the street was still watching him. He didn't care; she had seen him naked many times. He tried to envision what he looked like to her. He thought of himself as rather fat guy with messed up shoulder length hair and tattoos. His neighbour was a bit weird, wasn't he supposed to scare old women like that, instead of making them stare?

The steam from the hot shower fogged the bathroom mirror. He took a hot bath, once in a while sipping his drink. He was nervous and felt like he needed the alcohol to calm him down. He got out of the tub and let the water drip from his body. He put on his underwear and with a well known movement he placed his cock the way he liked it. Then he poured himself another drink and picked up his jeans from the kitchen floor. Back in the bedroom he put on a t-shirt and his jeans. He considered wearing a sweater but after he had finished his drink he felt warm enough without one. He turned the lights off and went down the stairs. He knew the tram was leaving soon so he took two steps at the time but as he walked out of his building he saw it leave the station. The next tram would arrive in about ten minutes. He got annoyed and called Burton from his cell. But when he heard Burton's voice the anger left Midge at once.

"I'll be at your place in about half an hour."
"Okay, that will be fine, I was just hitting the shower." Burton answered.
"If you wait I'll join you" Midge said flirtingly.
"Are you telling me you don't shower before you go on a date?" Burton laughed hard.
"Well..."
"You'd better hurry or I'll be done when you get here."
"We'll see, here's the tram already..." Midge finished the call and went on to the tram.

Burton answered the door wearing only a black shirt and almost nothing more. Midge took of his shoes and hung his jacket by the door. He followed Burton to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while Burton got dressed. Burton sat down next to Midge, stoking his hair lightly and watching him deep in the eyes.

"How are you doing?" Burton sounded a bit worried.
"Fine.... it's a bit bizarre... being here again... with your."
"Oh..." Burton looked more worried. "I don't want you to feel... if you don't want to... we can..."
"Hey I came here because I wanted to, it's not like you forced me." To emphasize his words Midge placed a kiss on Burton's lips.

Midge leaned backwards on the bed and took Burton with him. His hands sneaked under the shirt Burton just recently had put on. Burton got up and fetched two large glasses of red wine from the kitchen.
"Kipis and thank you for coming back" Burton raised his glass and looked at Midge with a smile that warmed his heart.
"You want to eat later? I mean we could... or maybe then after...." Burton flushed, he just couldn't seem to tell Midge what he wanted.

Midge took both of their glasses and placed them carefully on the floor. He turned to Burton and placed his large hand on his chest. He watched how Burton's skin slowly exposed when he unbuttoned the shirt. Midge's t-shirt and jeans came off and the two men cuddled together on the bed wearing only their boxers. Burton stroked Midge's face tenderly and when he moved downward he let his fingers play with the dark hair on his chest. Then he continued to the edge of the boxers. After some hesitation his hand slip under the soft cotton and he felt the warm skin of Midge's growing cock. Burton pulled of Midge's boxers and once again he was amazed by how big he was.

He crawled down and felt the tip of the cock with his tongue. He closed his lips around it and his mouth was filled with his warm flesh. He lowered himself down the shaft and stopped only when he felt he couldn't take anymore without gagging. He rolled his tongue over the top and looked up at Midge. He had his eyes closed and breathed heavily. Burton moved down the underside of the thick shaft then he went back up again. His hand closed around Midge's throbbing cock. Midge tugged at Burton's boxers and soon they were both naked, bodies close together. Burton parted his lips and soon Midge's tongue searched for his. The kiss deepened and he rolled over to lay in top of Midge. He felt the bass player's dick press against his thigh. Both of them enjoyed the closeness but Burton ended the embrace. He got up on his knees in front of Midge and pushed his hips forward. Midge caught the cock and with a firm grip he directed it into the warmth of his mouth. Burton braced himself off the wall, he had to, otherwise he would have lost his balance due to the pleasure Midge was giving him. Midge had thought about Burton a lot, ever since the last time he had him. He could hardly restrain himself when he felt the firmness of his cock against his tongue. Midges breathing were strained and his whole body was shivering. When Burton changed his position slightly his cock slipped out of Midges mouth. He decided that it would be better to slow down a bit or his heavy bass player might not last much longer. He got off the bed and fetched their glasses before he sat down on the edge of the bed again.

"Kipis, I'm really glad you're here... again."

Burton felt like his feelings for Midge were deeper than just lust. But at the same time he knew it was a bit more difficult for Midge; who was involved with someone else, and that someone was a woman. Burton was too familiar with the dilemma. He had been with a guy that hadn't told him that he was bisexual and that he had a girlfriend. Burton had been hurt when he found out and made a promise to himself never to get involved with a bisexual man again. But the minute he saw Midge that promise went down the drain. His feelings for Midge were like asking for trouble. But it was worth taking the risk. He couldn't change the fact that he was falling in love. He took another sip of wine and disappeared into the kitchen and Midge heard how he pottered about and a lovely aroma filled the apartment. Burton returned and lay down besides Midge. He placed his head on Midges broad chest.

"I just had to check the food" Burton said and let his eyes meet Midge's.

Burton straddled Midge and he felt the cock press at his entrance. Midge needed some assistance to get into the right position. Burton wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't sure if Midge wanted to do this or not. But when he felt Midge's hand between them, lining himself up, all his hesitations were gone. He reached down and got the tube from the drawer of the nightstand. He lubed Midge's huge cock thoroughly. His breathing changed in anticipation as Burton slowly lowered himself. The tip of Midge's cock crossed his threshold. He had to stop half way and to give his body a chance to adjust.

Burton looked at Midge and a warm smile spread across his face. Burton lowered himself even more. When Midge finally were all in he bent down and kissed him. Midge's tongue encircled his, and he concentrated on holding his hips still. Burton tried to convince his body to accept the intrusion. The pain slowly changed into pleasure and Burton moved again. Midge was on his back but wanted to get in control. He needed to be able to direct the pace and to slow down or otherwise he wouldn't have lasted much longer. He placed his large hands on Burton's hips, tilted him backwards and got up on his knees. He had placed Burton on his back, all in one smooth and swift movement. He thrust and buried himself in the warmth of Burton; who sighed when that special spot was run over by Midge's large cock. Midge began to move back and forth in a steady pace. His hands had Burton thighs in a firm but loving grip. Burton reached for his dick and matched Midge's thrusts with his hands. A ringing sound was heard and Midge stopped and reached down at the floor. He pulled his jeans closer and got the cell from his pocket.

"Got to get this" he said and looked at the man underneath him. He answered with a "Hi"
"Hi sweetie, what are you doing? You sound out of breath" the voice at the other end said.
"I ran up the stairs, I just got home..."
"Well, I just wanted to hear your voice and to say I love you."
"Me too, see you tomorrow" Midge said and hung up.

He looked down at Burton and said
"Sorry..."
"It's okay" Burton replied.

Midge moved forward, sinking back in to Burton who placed himself on his side and Midge lay down along side him. They found their pace and Midges hand reach around Burton's slim waist. He enfolded his large hand around the boner and stroked him faster and faster. His other hand travelled up Burton's tight body. He moaned inaudible words but Midge got the essence of his mumblings. Burton was close. He was about to come.

"Yes, Burton... let go baby... I want to see you come... come for me" he whispered in Burton's ear.

His hand worked faster and he was rewarded with a warm rush that flowed over his fingers, accompanied by loud groans. Midge let out a harsh breath as he increased the speed of his thrusts and released his seed deep inside of Burton. He slowed down and eventually he came to a stop. He fondled Burton's stomach as he gently pulled out. Burton gave him his glass and they drank the wine in silence.

Burton tip toed to the kitchen and then he went to the bathroom. Midge heard him turn on the shower. He joined Burton under the hot water and caressed him from behind. Burton turned around to face him. Midge felt the foam-covered hands stroking his chest as Burton began to wash them both.

Burton poured the wine and they sat down to have dinner. They ate and drank for an hour or two. They talked mostly about the band and their music, after all that was the thing that brought them together.

They kissed for a long time in the hall before Midge went down to the cab that took him home. The ride through the dark winter streets of Helsinki made him somewhat sad. When he got home he sat in the kitchen and stared out the window. The old lady across the street wasn't awake. He felt rather ashamed, he had cheated on his girlfriend, again. He tried to sort out his feelings. His feelings and thoughts that had run amok with him over the past two month and he knew that he had to make a decision of some kind. He knew Burton cared about him and he had big trouble keeping Burton out of his head. Almost every waking hour he thought about his new friend and lover. He had to do something about the situation he gotten himself into. He brushed his teeth and went to bed, but the minute he laid his head on the pillow the image of Burton floated into his mind. Burton, who had got him to admit his true feelings. The feelings that he had been hiding for years, but that had finally caught up with him.


Midge woke up when the door to the apartment closed with a loud bang. His girlfriend stuck her head into the bedroom.

"Hi, are you still sleeping?"

Midge grunted and turned over, on to his stomach. His hard on pressed down on the mattress. His girlfriend slipped down under the covers and lay down besides him.

"Have you missed me?"

Midge grunted some more and yawned.

"Well, aren't you welcoming? Could you try to at least say something?" Her voice got harder and louder.

"I was sleeping, you know..." Midge said but she had already left the bedroom.

He stretched out and pulled away the covers then he placed his feet on the cool floor. He picked up his boxers that he carelessly had tossed by the bed. He found her in the kitchen where she read the newspaper at the table. He looked at her, dazed with sleep, went into the bathroom and took a pee.

"Close the door, for God's sake!"

Midge noticed how he immediately got irritated at his girlfriend and he had to really get a grip of himself to keep calm. He got back to the kitchen and put on some coffee. He sat down at the table across from her.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked her, trying to maintain normal.

"Yeah, I guess, it was fine..." she answered and looked at him.

The afternoon went by like most Sundays and later that evening Midge watched a movie. It was one of his favourites but he knew that she hated it. It gave him some time to himself. Time to breath. He knew that she wanted him to come to bed with her. He could have. But his thoughts were with Burton. He couldn't help but think of what had happen the night before.

"Are you coming to bed, sweetie?" she called from the bedroom.
"Soon, I'm just going to watch this, it won't be long..."

Midge got the tv-guide from the coffee-table and checked the schedule. He glanced at the clock in the dvd-player and realized that the movie wouldn't end in another hour. When the commercial break came up he went to his girlfriend and sat beside her at the bed. He said good night, kissed her on the cheek and went back to his favourite spot on the sofa. When the movie finally ended he walked around the apartment and turned off the lights. He looked out the kitchen window, it was snowing again.

Monday and Midge woke up slowly. His girlfriend had left for work without waking him up. The apartment was empty and quiet and he took his time. He moved his limps carefully, flexing his muscles and stretching out his large body. His hand found his hard on, that part of his body was awake for sure. He was rock hard. He moved his hand down his length and became more and more turned on. He kicked off the covers and reached behind his head and stacked the pillows to make himself comfortable. His hand moved up and down and his movements grew more intense. He reached down and caressed his balls with his left hand. After a while he let his left hand travel further down, in between his legs. His index finger found its way inside of him and his release was close. As he came he felt his muscle tighten around his finger. He stayed still for a minute or two but the cum grew cold on his stomach so he sat up and cleaned himself off with a tissue. He got up and made himself the first cup of coffee for the day.

He left the apartment and went to the rehearsing studio. Burton was already there, making coffee, and when he turned around Midge smiled big at him. Burton returned the smile.

"Hey, I had a great time the other night..." Burton looked straight at him.

"Me too." Midge spoke quietly, he didn't want the others to hear. He looked around and decided that they weren't near by so he continued: "I would like to see you again... soon, not in a month or two..."

"Well what about this weekend?"
"Na, you know, she's home this weekend so..."
"You could tell her we're on a gig or recording... that the band's out of town. And we could stay at my place the whole weekend..." Burton suggested.

Midge hesitated, he didn't like all the lying but he couldn't resist Burton. He nodded, picked up his phone from his pocket and walked outside and made the call. She answered immediately.

"Hi, it's me..." Midge talked with a soft voice.
"Hi sweetie"
"Well, we got this offer to do a promo thingy, not the whole band but some of us are going and it's good money but if you don't want me to go I'll ask Gas if he want to go..."
"No it's okay, it's great that you've been asked, you should do more promo work. And I might be busy anyway. Sattu got a new apartment so the girls are going over for a housewarming party."
"Okay so I tell them I'm going then. See you later."
Midge hung up and went back inside.

"How did it go?" Burton asked.
"Good! We're officially off doing promotion work" Midge smiled.

The rest of the day went slow. When Midge went home on the tram he felt very uneasy about lying to his girlfriend. He couldn't go on seeing Burton and then go home to her, like nothing had happened. Deep down inside he knew what he had to do. Recently the feelings of love had changed into annoyance or even worse; he felt angry for everything she did.

The week went by and Midge felt even worse than before. He knew he had to make love to his girlfriend before he left for the weekend. It wasn't like he wouldn't enjoy it but the intense passion was gone. It was like he had to get the job done. With Burton, he felt like he wanted to go on forever. He hoped that she wouldn't notice that his feelings had changed. He didn't want to worry her, it would be enough of that eventually. He had to cross that bridge when he got to it.

Midge packed a small bag that Friday morning. He brought more stuff than he would have needed just to make it look like he was off to work. He picked up the bag and his girlfriend came out in the hall to say goodbye. He kissed her on the cheek and left.

Midge put his bag on the floor. He felt uncomfortable as he started to tune his bass. The rehearsal was bumpy and ended with one of Ville's great tantrums. Midge and Burton took a cab to his place, not wanting to wander about the city when they supposed to be somewhere else. They got to Burton's apartment and both of them went quiet. The big argument with Ville had affected them both and it was hard for Midge to accept the fact that he had made up this story to his girlfriend and was actually going to stay with Burton for the whole weekend. Burton opened the kitchen window to let in some fresh air. Midge sat down on one of the chairs. Burton stood in front of him.

"What about a shower?"
"Sounds great" Midge got up.

Burton took Midge's hand and led him to the bathroom. He was the first to undress and threw his underwear in the hamper. He stood naked and waited for Midge who was slower with getting his clothes off. Burton turned on the water and took a step backwards, away from the rushing water. Midge caught the slim body of the keyboard player in his arms. Burton turned around and their cocks rubbed against each other as they kissed. Midge hugged Burton close, lifted him and got them both under the warm spray of water. Midge tilted his head and let the water wash down his face, leaned backwards to get his hair wet and out of his face. Burton knew the motions well and did exactly the same but since his hair was much longer it took him a while to get it all wet. He ran his hand down the long strands of hair, collected them and pulled the wet hair back. He didn't like the feeling of wet hair on his face. Midge watched Burton before he took the hardening cock in his hand and pulled Burton closer. Their bodies were close together under the water. Burton could sense Midge's ambivalence and didn't want to rush things. He needed Midge to take the initiative so he went out of the shower. He got some clean towels and started to dry himself. Soon he felt Midge's naked body near and he gave him a towel. Midge wrapped the towel around his hips and got his cell from his jeans pocket. He had got a text message, he knew it was from his girlfriend and turned the phone off without reading it.

He reached into his bag, got a pair of boxers and put them on. They fitted perfectly. When looking at Midge one would think that he wasn't the kind of guy that actually thought about stuff like perfectly fitting boxer, but he was. When he packed his stuff he choose his clothing carefully. He made sure that he brought those boxers because he knew he looked good in them. The tightly fitting underwear showed off his large package and he corrected his pride, placed it where he wanted it. He put on a washed out Motorhead t-shirt with short sleeves that displayed not only his arms but also his tattoos. He wore rather large jeans. He didn't have the body to pull off tight ones like Ville so he liked his jeans worker style, large with lots of pockets. Burton ran around naked for a while. He was fixing stuff like lighting candles and putting on music. He put on a large shirt, skipped the underwear and slipped into a pair of large shorts. He didn't think much about his appearance at that moment. His mind was occupied with food. He wanted to impress Midge, or more exactly he wanted to seduce him with his cooking. After all, the path to a man's heart goes by his stomach. He opened a bottle of nice wine. He'd worked as a chef and had learned a thing or two about wine during his years in the kitchen of different restaurants.

Burton got out the large crystal red-wine glasses that he had gotten from his mother for his birthday. He poured the wine and handed Midge a glass then he raised his and said:

"I want you to know how much I appreciate you being here... with me..."

They sat down and Burton served the first course. It was a citrus endive salad. A light start was Burtons plan. The followed a bruchetta with goat cheese, roasted pepper and basil. He knew Midge was a bit sceptic to the vegetarian kitchen but the bass player surely looked like he was enjoying the meal. The main course was simple but a dish that Burton had refined to perfection; cannelloni filled with spinach and ricotta. The talked a lot and had a really good time. The wine was perfect and Burton felt good about himself. But Burton's secret weapon was the dessert; a warm dark-chocolate cake. The trick was to use a double boiler to make the chocolate creamy and rich. He served it with whipped cream. Burton took a small piece of cake on a spoon, topped it with whipped cream and reached across the table. Midge leaned in and tasted the chocolate cake. Burton didn't have to feed him the rest. Midge ate the dessert slow and in silence. Burton smiled and made a note in his head that the best way of shutting Midge up was by using chocolate cake. Midge looked almost sad when the cake was gone and his plate was empty. Burton offered him the last of the wine.

"Midge... I really like you... a lot." Burton said looking at Midge.
"I like you too..." Midge answered almost embarrassed.

Burton went around the table and stood right next to Midge. He stroked his unruly hair. Midge's hand found its way under Burton's shirt where he stroked the lean back and ended up on the curb of his ass. He pulled of Burton's shirt and unbuttoned the large shorts that immediately fell to the floor. His stiffening cock came into sight. Midge leaned forward and kissed the tip lightly. He closed his fingers around the shaft, opened his mouth and let it rest there for a while. Burton couldn't stop himself from pushing deeper in to his mouth. It didn't take long until Burton had to pull out. He was already close. Midge turned him on so much it amazed him. Midge could have made him come within seconds, with just the smallest touch. He straddled Midges lap and pulled off the t-shirt. Midge rested his hands on his thighs and they kissed passionately. Burton felt Midge's large, hard cock through the denim. He lifted himself up slightly, reached down and released Midge from the confinement of his pants. He bent forward and they met in an intense kiss, tongues exploring until Burton couldn't wait any more.

"Midge... I want you to... come here..."

Midge followed Burton in to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Burton undressed him and got on top. The bed was unmade and the linen felt cool against their skin. Burton felt Midge's heart beats. He placed his ear on the warm, broad chest and listened. Midge stoked Burton's back with his strong hand as Burton moved down to take Midge into his mouth. He held him with a firm grip and let his tongue circle the sensitive head. His other hand travelled up over Midges stomach and chest. The skin was hot but soft and Burton ran his fingers through the dark hair on his chest. His tongue moved further down and went over the tight muscle a couple of times. Midge panted hard.

"Turn around... get over here..." said Midge and Burton did as he was told.

Burton's dick was in Midge's face. He closed his lips around it and licked his way down. He even dared to rim Burton after a while. He thought it was something he didn't want to do. But in the heat of the moment, and since it was with someone he really cared about, it felt just right. They were so involved with pleasing each other; they didn't notice how they slipped towards the edge of the bed. Suddenly Burton fell off Midge, landed on the floor and took Midge down with him. They giggled at first but soon the laughter changed into kissing. Midge laid between Burton's thighs and with just a small movement of his hips he placed his cock at the entrance. Midge checked the nightstand and found what he was looking for. He used it liberally, thrust forward and entered. His eyes never left Burton's as he buried himself deeper inside. When he saw no sign of pain he moved faster. Unexpectedly, he felt Burton's hand on his, the soft touch made him slow down.

"Wait... let me..." Midge didn't understand what he wanted but the pulled out his slick cock and waited. Burton kneeled in front of the bed, resting his upper body on the mattress. He twitched a bit when Midge re-entered him. Midge caressed him and pulled him closer. He wanted to feel Burton closer to him and to jerk him off. Midge concentrated on fucking Burton and even though he came to a complete stop he felt the familiar shivers down his spine. He couldn't stop the release. He pulled out and came all over Burton's back. Burton closed his hand around his rock hard cock and in a matter of seconds he came too. Both bodies collapsed on the bed and once again Burton felt Midge's heartbeats.

The shower washed away the trace of their pleasures. Burton opened another bottle of wine and they got comfortable on the couch. Both liked horror movies and after zapping around for a while they found one they hadn't seen. Midge put his arm around Burton's shoulders and pulled him closer. Burton relaxed against Midge's warm and secure body. When the movie ended Burton turned off the tv and they went to bed.

Burton's naked body was alongside his. It felt wonderful, a feeling he didn't want to be without. Midge loved having his fit and hard body close. It was breathtaking, the feeling of skin against skin. He couldn't begin to describe the sensation of making love to Burton. Midge nuzzled his nose into the nip of his neck.

"Burton..." he began carefully.
"Yes..."
"I could get used to this..."
"Me too, Midge... me too..." Burton turned to Midge and kissed him.

They talked for a long time and didn't fall asleep until the early morning hours. Burton was the first one to doze off. Midge put his arm around his waist and fell asleep listening to his steady breathing.

The morning came and went and Burton woke up around lunch. He lifted the covers and look at the naked body beside him. He couldn't resist the urge and pushed his hard on against Midges ass.

"I wouldn't count on it..." Midge mumbled.
"I knew you were awake" Burton giggled.
"Barely..."

Midge got up and his cock swayed like a flagpole as he walked to the bathroom. He had to sit down to pee. Breakfast or lunch, what ever you would call it, was served at four o'clock because as soon as Midge got back to bed they fell asleep again.


Later that evening they decided to get pizza. They dared to go the pizza place together. It was only a block away and they needed the fresh air. The possibility of bumping into somebody they knew was slime to none. They put on their coats and made a lot of noise on their way down the stairs. An old gentleman on the first floor opened his door and checked out what was happening. Apparently Burton's neighbours weren't as tolerant as Midge's. The suburbs had its perks, after all. A cab passed them by as they went back to Burton's place carrying their pizzas.
***
She saw her boyfriend entering an unknown building, holding a pizza-box in one hand and another guy's hand in the other. She was going home, rather early, from her best friend. Midge was supposed to be out of town, working, not having pizza down town and definitely not holding hands with a guy.
***
The Sunday went by, Midge put on his coat and kissed Burton goodbye.
"So I'll see you at rehearsal then..." Burton talked just to keep the bass player in his home a while longer.
"Yeah, of course, as long as we're in the same band you won't get rid of me."
"Why would I want to get rid of you? You're about the best thing..." Midge's voice trailed off.
"Midge... you don't have to..." Burton knew what he wanted to say but couldn't.

Midge left and got on the tram. He pulled the cord and got off at his stop. When he looked up towards their kitchen window he saw the burning light. His girlfriend was home. He walked the stairs slower than he usually did. His shoulders felt heavy and he didn't know what to do or how to act. He had to talk to his girlfriend and the outcome was going to be devastating.

As he entered the apartment he noticed that the tv was still on. He took off his shoes and walked into the living room. His girlfriend was watching a stupid sit-com. She looked upset and said:

"Did you enjoy the pizza?"

Midge sat down on the couch besides her and he knew that there was no turning back. He had to tell her the truth. When he had looked up at their kitchen window he had realized what he wanted, what he needed. All that was left between them was history and a lot of memories. It wasn't enough on keep on pretending. The love was gone and he had to end it and he had to be strong. He had to be the one who ended the relationship that was already lost. She sat besides him on the couch. The silence was devastating. Midge prepared himself for the blow. It was difficult. He couldn't even look at her. She looked at him.

"Say something for God's sake."
"I..." He had a large lump in his throat.
"Say it Midge, just say it..."
Midge got up and went into the kitchen. He let the tap run for a while and waited for the water to get cold. He filled his glass and sat down again.
"I've met someone..." His lips felt dry and his brain told him that he should use his words more carefully. He looked at her. At first he thought she was going to kill him but she got up from the couch and went to the bathroom.

He heard her steps and when he saw her he knew that she had been crying. They talked. He told her what had happened. He tried to explain about his feelings. He choose not to tell her everything that had happened between him and Burton. He didn't tell her that he was in love with him. He slept on the couch that night. He thought about his situation for a long time before he fell asleep. It was her apartment. He had nothing, just his clothes, records and his bass guitar. He was the one who had to leave. He had to start looking for an apartment. Maybe he could stay with Burton for a while? His mind was racing but he fell sleep eventually. The next morning he found a note from his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend:

"I'm at work and I want you out of the apartment before I get home. I know you can always stay at your parent's. You can leave your stuff and get it later, but I don't want to see you for a while."

Her word was harsh but he knew that it was for the best. He grabbed his old hockey trunks from the closet and started to pack. He stuffed his clothes and the most important stuff in his bags. He couldn't take everything with him. He had to come back for the rest. The guilt burned in his heart. He hated to end their relationship but at the same time he looked forward to a new beginning. He finally admitted to himself that he was gay. He wanted to live his life as true to himself as he could. He hesitated but then he dialled Burton's number.

Burton picked up the phone. Midge explained what had happened and Burton told him to come over. He didn't know what to expect. Burton hadn't sounded happy about the fact that he had left his girlfriend. Maybe he had made the wrong decisions after all?

He opened the door and went down the stairs. He looked back over his shoulder and he saw both their names on the door. Together but not for long. He picked up the heavy bags. The snow hit him in the face as he walked to the tram. As the tram left the station he began to think about the years they had been together. He thought about the time he moved in with her and they decided to redecorate the living room. Midge smiled when he reminisced, many other memories crossed his mind as he went further away from his home.

He had some trouble getting off the tram. He carried his heavy bags towards Burton's building. He saw the lights burning in Burton's kitchen. His heart beat faster. He was very nervous and had second thoughts. After he'd talked to Burton he got the feeling that everything had happened a bit too fast. He stared at the door, took a deep breath and rang the bell. Burton opened the door wearing only a dressing gown. The belt was tied in a loose knot. Midge kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket. He waited shyly in the hallway, not knowing what to do. He raked his hand through his messed up hair and took a step towards Burton. When Burton reached for Midge to give him a hug, the robe slipped open. Midge embraced him and let his hands slide down Burton's naked back. Burton rested his head on the large shoulder in front of him. Midge hugged him tightly and said:

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. Where to go. You were the only one I ... It seamed the right thing to do."

Burton's slim hand stroked his cheek. The stubble felt rough.

"Don't be silly, you did the right thing. I'm glad you came."

His word made Midge's heart flutter. His doubts weren't gone but the situation certainly had improved. Burton wanted him there. Midge followed him into the bedroom where they sat down on the bed. Once again Burton's hand found Midge's face and they kissed. It was an intense kiss that marked a new beginning. Burton's fingers slipped inside Midge's hair and caressed his neck. Midge saw how Burton's cock slowly rising from his thigh. He wanted him so badly and not only the sex. He wanted the closeness and the strong bond he felt to him. Midge encircled Burton's cock and he felt his own move inside his jeans, pressing against the zipper. Burton unbuttoned his jeans and stroked him over the bulge in the boxers. Burton's swift fingers worked inside the underwear and released Midge's wanting flesh. Without any hesitation what so ever Burton leaned down and took Midge into his mouth. Midge had to brace himself and placed both his hands behind his back. Burton got between his legs and took his whole length. Midge stroked the robe off Burton's shoulders and then he pulled off his own t-shirt. Burton wanted to feel the warmth of Midge's naked chest under his fingers. He moved upwards, over the bellybutton, to the nipple. Burton slowly pushed the cock into his moth, as far as he could. He pulled it out again and watched it. Midge was stunning and Burton told him so. It made the large man blush. But he appreciated the affirmation and at that moment he needed all the sweet words he could get. Burton slipped jeans and boxers off Midge's legs and they were both naked on the bed. For a long time they just touched. Midge got on his back and Burton on top of him, kissing. Midge's strong arms pulled him upwards, sliding him over his body so he got the other mans cock in front of his face. He closed his lips around the throbbing cock. His hand travelled down Burton's back and his finger entered him carefully. Burton moved his hips involuntarily and he looked down the length of his body. He saw his cock slipping in back and forth over Midge's beautiful lips. A cell phone started to ring in the hallway but none of them cared. Midge let him go, looked up and searched his eyes. Burton slipped down a bit and waited for Midge to speak.

"I want you..." Midge said with a slightly ragged breath. "I need you so bad..."

Burton knew what he wanted even though he didn't spell it out. So he reached over at the nightstand and got what they needed. Midge prepared him attentively. He entered him precisely with only the tip of his cock. Burton didn't object. He kept on going until he saw the muscles on Burton's back tens and his hips twitched a bit. Midge haltered until Burton signed for him to go on. Slow and easy he filled Burton to the brim. His hands placed on the junction where back meets ass. He was so horny that he immediately started to fuck Burton. He had kind of understood that Burton liked it rough and his thrusts grew harder and deeper. Burton's breathing got heavy and he turned his head to the side so he could watch Midge. It was somewhat uncomfortable position and he wanted to reach himself so they could come together. He straightened himself but then Midge slipped out and Burton got down on his back. Midge placed himself on top and found his pace. Midge thrust a couple of times while stroking Burton off. He loved the way he could watch Burton's face when he came. An exhausted Midge fell down on the bed. None of them spoke and Burton went in to the bathroom. Midge thought about how much he had hurt his girlfriend but when he heard Burton turn on the shower his thoughts went back to the longhaired man in the other room. Midge got off the bed and joined Burton in the bathroom. He pulled away the shower curtain and saw Burton pour shampoo in his hand. He spread it all over his long hair with experienced hands. Burton turned his head into the spray and let the water wash the lather away.

"What?" Burton faced Midge with a smile.
"Nothing... I just like watching you, that's all"
"You want to take a shower?"

Midge nodded and when Burton grabbed the towel from it's hanger he got into the spray of warm water.

"I'll make some coffee, okay?" Burton closed the door behind him.

They sat talking at the kitchen table for a long time. Then Burton helped Midge to unpack his stuff. He put his sneakers in the hallway closet and his placed his toothbrush next to Burton's. Later on as they lay naked in bed Midge's thoughts started to drift. He was so close to Burton that he could feel each breath he took. He couldn't sleep and he heard the newspaper deliverer run down the stairs. Then everything got quiet again and after a while he finally dozed off.


Midge decided to pick up some of his stuff from their apartment, or his ex-girlfriends apartment. He called her at work and she answered almost immediately.

"Hi..." he said gently.
"Hi..." she said with a hard voice.
"I thought I might go to the apartment and get some of my things. Is it okay or do you want me to wait until you get home?"
"Why would I want you to wait..." her words were bitter and rejecting.
"Well, I thought..." Midge was interrupted.
"I trust you to pick up your things and leave mine alone."

The connection was cut off and Midge sat with the phone in his hand. He felt miserable.

He got to the apartment and found all his things in a pile on the living room floor. He found a couple of boxes and started to pack. He heard the door open and suddenly his girlfriend stood in front of him. He watched the person who had meant the most to him until just recently. But everything had changed. He had found himself.

"Hi" she said, her voice didn't sound as hard as on the phone.
"Hi" he answered and continued to pack.

He felt her hand in his hair but pulled away. Her hands followed.

"Please, don't..." he pulled away again. Her hands went down to his shoulders.

"I need you" she looked at him.

"No, please, it's over..."
"Midge, don't end it like this."
"I can't... I'm in love with Burton..." he stood up and turned to her. A tear fell down her cheek. He pulled her close and gave her a hug. He felt her hands on his back and she squeezed him tight. Then her hand traveled to his front and she stroked the outside of his zipper.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be." He tried to make her stop.

She didn't, instead she pulled his zipper down. Her tiny hand enveloped his large cock. It felt so different from Burton's touch. He didn't want to hurt her feelings more than he already had but when she pulled down his jeans and boxers he had to push her away.

"Stop it."
"You... damned..." her words hit him hard. "Get the fuck out of here!" She threw a cd at him. She closed the bedroom door behind her with a loud bang.

He packed the last of his things. All the furniture and appliances were hers. He'd moved in with her straight out of his parent's house. He didn't own anything and he realized that he had to do a lot of shopping when he got an apartment of his own.


He took a cab back to Burton's. He opened the door and was greeted by his lover. Burton looked him deeply in the eyes and wrapped his arms around Midge. He had hoped for this since he first saw Midge at the studio. They kissed and he dared to say the words he knew Midge needed to hear.

"I love you."